21
The Crystal Skies Tour was a buffet dinner on an airship that floated over the Sunset Fields, a vast expanse of grassland to the east of Denabria. From up here, Melissa could see how the plains had gotten their name. A golden sun floated over the horizon, and the sky was a mosaic of soft pastels.
Melissa stood by the window in a blue dress and a white sweater, her hair pulled back in a clip. “It’s gorgeous,” she said, smiling. “I should have done this a year ago.”
Novol stepped up beside her, looking dapper in gray pants and a short-sleeved shirt that he wore tucked in. He nodded once. “I’m still marveling at the fact that this was free. We just showed up and said we wanted to ride.”
“Well, I had to call first,” Melissa said. “They’re often booked up.”
“Still.”
Melissa turned away
